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Chapter 5- Barbie Factory's out of Plastic

  Work. Joy. I walked into Devin Star to find it crowded with people. Typical. Seriously, what about a bunch of clothes is appealing to people? Well, it keeps me in a job so I can't really complain.

  "Hello, Arianna," my colleague Jessica said. I had a chance to change at home today, so I was already decked out in the uniform. I walked over to take the cashier spot next to her when my boss Eric walked up to me.

  "Arianna, one minute please. I have a job for you," he said with a smile.

  "Alright, Eric," I said, following him into his office in the back.

  "Arianna, I'd like you to meet Noah, our new employee," Eric said.

  I looked up to examine Noah. He was tall and lean, with a pointed chin, slightly crooked nose, brown eyes and a head of flaming red hair. He looked pleasant enough, though he shifted nervously, stealing glances at Eric. I wanted to tell him not to worry, I'm not sure Eric has ever fired someone in his whole lifetime. Not that I'd like to be the first.

  "You're not firing me, are you?" I said, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow. He better not be.

  "No, no. Macy quit last week, and we needed another worker to fill in her place," Eric said.

  "You're the new clerk?" I asked Noah.

  He nodded, looking uncomfortable under my gaze. I smiled. I can be quite intimidating when I wanted to be. Not that I try to be....wait, am I even making sense?

  "Arianna, I would like you to train Noah," Eric continued.

  "I'll do it, but wouldn't Bree be better at doing that? I mean, she is actually a clerk," I asked. And much nicer.

  "You're currently the steadiest worker I have, Arianna. Bree has a very busy schedule," he replied.

  "And I totally do not. Alrighty, then, Noah, come with me," I said, before walking out of the office.

  "Don't forget you're still a cashier!" Eric called.

  "As if I can control what I remember and forget," I muttered under my breath.

  "You seem on a a good relationship with your boss," Noah commented.

  "Well, I'm still working here, so I guess that counts as 'good realtionship'," I replied.

  "I'm Noah," he said.

  "No way, I haven't been calling you that for the last five minutes," I said sarcastically.

  "You're one interesting girl," he said, looking at me up and down.

  "I've been called worse. C'mon," I replied, pulling him to the back of the store where the storage was.

  "This is where the stock is. It's coordinated by color, style, and size," I said.

  "And how do I find everything?" he asked, looking at the mess of the room. Yeah, we're not the most organized people in this world.

  "There are codes on the boxes. I think we have a book of them somewhere," I replied, rummaging through the pile of miscellaneous things we've thrown in the corner.

  "Here. Everything you need to know is in there," I said, handing him a giant book filled with short formed labels and their translations. Yeah, we have a lot.

  "Umm, okay?" Noah said.

  "Find a shelf empty, fill it up. Be nice to customers, and smile until your face cracks in half. That's basically it. Word of advice: don't talk to random ladies about her newborn daughter. It makes you feel like a creepy stalker," I said, before walking out the door, leaving Noah to fend for himself. He'll survive. In what condition, I can't say.